A couple weeks ago I wrote about some of the
books I love, so this week I thought I would turn it around and write about some books I didn't like so much, or well, actually hated. I'm the kind of person who will pretty much finish reading any book I start. (The only book I can think of off-hand that I didn't finish was
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. I don't know why, I know this book was critically acclaimed, but I just couldn't get into it.)
These two books, I wish I didn't finish, or better yet, I never picked up in the first place.
Maestra by L.S. Hilton (I wouldn't put my whole name on this book either). A thriller set in the elite art world with a strong and rage-filled female protagonist, what's not to love — a lot, actually. I feel like there is a better book hidden somewhere in here, but this book was an incoherent and lewd travelogue of the rich and trashy. The abundant sex scenes become repetitive and boring, and the protagonist Judith has no real autonomy — she's just good at pimping herself out. I think I found this book on a list of 'if you liked
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, or
Gone Girl, you'll like this' — but this book did not live up to either of those other thrillers. It's like the author turned in a better novel, and was told to cut half the book, and make it more like
50 Shades of Grey. (I've never actually read the
50 Shades books, but I can only imagine...) This book is supposed to be the start of a trilogy, but we can only hope the other two books won't see the light of day, even though this one ended on a cliffhanger.
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara. This was a critically acclaimed book, that honestly, while I was reading, I couldn't put it down. But even while I was reading it I was like I DO NOT LIKE THIS BOOK. It's written in a way that you want to discover the secrets of the main character's past, though you pretty much know the terrible truth before it's revealed. And the book is just so depressing! Besides the parts of the book that are lifestyle porn of wealthy New Yorkers, the rest of the book is just terribly, terribly heartbreaking and depressing. Nothing good happens to any of the characters. Ever. Even when it seems like there is a glimmer of happiness, it's short lived.
Not to reveal too much of the plot (in case you do want to read it), the main character Jude is damaged from terrible events in his past. And though I understand why he is so scarred, the self-hatred becomes repetitive. I think one of the things that bothered me was that the character shows no growth, and the book just ends up becoming extremely monotonous with passages of self-hatred followed by passages of self-hatred. I read in an interview with the author that the character of Jude came fully formed to her — she did no research on people who have suffered the same atrocities as Jude — and I think it shows, you know? This book, and the terrible feeling of sadness it brought with it, stayed with me for a long time after reading it. I've read, and loved, other books with difficult
subject matters, and somehow this book just didn't deliver.
Do you have any books you particularly hate? (Sometimes it feels good to vent, you know?)
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